The Earth is not a cold dead place. Indeed, it lives. It sings and everything around it raises a voice to join in the choir. The Earth is an unfinished work and will remain as such. It shall never be complete, never final in its design until the design is destroyed. It is in this destruction that the finality comes. Etcetera, etcetera.

Collected here are various short works that don't quite yet have life as fully featured fics. Some of them may never leave this compilation, some may eventually be developed into full pieces. For now their genre tags can be found in the chapter listing and short description within the authors note. Story art credit to redruin01 on Tumblr. Editors are various (and sometimes not present at all) but you can probably blame either Red, Wish, or Seer if something is out of place.